"What you worked so hard to peel off, I don't want, how can you waste it on him?"
Sun took the last two bites of rice into his mouth, silently put down the bowl, slid off the chair, and slid off the chair.
"Sun, where are you going?"
He replied with four words in a dull voice: "I'm full."
Jing Jiaren started to lose her appetite again, and she suddenly thought of Bill. When she was a child, she was very sweet and warm-hearted, and he was also well-behaved, but he was a little more introverted. But later when she saw Bill again, she found that the child's personality had completely changed, and he was cold and autistic.
He doesn't even want to get close to Wen Xinnuan.
Just as Jing Jiaren stood up, she was pulled by Ximen Longting's arm and sat down again: "You haven't eaten breakfast, and you still want to skip lunch?"
"I'm going to see what's going on with him."
"With his character, he won't survive today."
"How do you know? What if he does this again?"
"Didn't you say that I am a man and that I understand his psychology?" Ximen Longting pushed her back to sit on the chair, "After finishing the meal, I guarantee that he will take the initiative to come to you for reconciliation later."
"You promise?"
"When have I lied to you?" Ximen Longting raised his thick eyebrows, "If not, go find him again!"
Ximen Longting had already spoken, what else could Jing Jiaren say? She ate lunch with many thoughts on her mind.
After lunch, Ximen Longting entered the room and closed the door that he had kicked in...
Not long after, Ximen Longting came out and sat down on the sofa coldly, crossing his long legs.
"How's it going? Did your father-son talk go well?"
"What do you think?"
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows and heard the door creaking. Sun walked out carrying a small schoolbag and silently walked to sit on the sofa opposite Jing Jiaren.
His head was still hanging down, and he was playing with a PSP game controller in his hand.
"Sun? Come to mom." Jing Jiaren called tentatively.
Sun sat still and didn't seem to hear.
Ximen Longting said coldly "Huh?"
Sun moved down from the sofa with his head drooped, walked to Jing Jiaren's hand with his head lowered, and moved onto Jing Jiaren's sofa, with a distance in between...
Jing Jiaren sat close and touched the little guy's head with one hand: "What did daddy just say to you?"
"..."
"Why are you carrying a small schoolbag right now?" Jing Jiaren pulled the schoolbag on his back.
Sun was focused on playing with his PSP and ignored it. Jing Jiaren opened the zipper without authorization, and inside there were some toys that he liked to take with him. Among them, there was the "Baby Diary" that Sun liked to write the most.
When he was at 13 Oaks in France, Sun could only write a few words, so he started to keep a diary with pictures and texts.
Jing Jiaren picked up the diary and weighed it. She wondered if her son still had the habit of writing a diary. Would his little thoughts be written in the diary?
Just when Jing Jiaren was hesitating, Sun snatched the diary back from her hand, put it into her schoolbag, and zipped up the schoolbag in an orderly manner.
"Can't even touch mom?"
Why did she suddenly feel that this child was becoming unfamiliar with her... Jing Jiaren's heart ached a little.
The point is that she is very confused. After thinking about it, she didn't realize that she said anything wrong, nor did she do anything excessive to Sun?